Navigation <- -> 6257 PY, Akhet Athyr 15th Buried ruins of the Tasysai capital. The sandstorm rolled east, covering hundreds of kilometers and reshaping the land in its path. Over five thousand years, buried and preserved by the sand; over five thousand years, the city slumbered, but as…
Waking up with a hangover, Rafeel distinctly remembers not having gotten drunk. With his only mode of transport and only lifeline buried to the neck and dead in the sand, a hangover like headache is the least of his worries.
Rafeel Soban, a graduate of the Coalition Military Academy. Somewhat above average in the class of intel officers but non-the-less very capable. Rather than being assigned to a Coalition sponsored expedition like he expected, he was stuck onto a solo private expedition as a favor owed to his (former?) best friend. Only that his destination doesn’t quite match up with the original plans…
Top-secret renaissance superspy Rowan goes on a very serious mission to recruit some very respectable wizards. Also bee.
“What?” “You heard me,” Greenglass said, giving Rowan a smug look over the top of her spectacles. “If only someone had been there to tell you about the complication to any trade route we try to establish in the north.” Did she gain something from being so meaninglessly petty or was this some kind of…
HOT and SWEATY lumber negotiations with Diana (gone trading)(gone sexual)(Queen called)
Rowan ventures out to deal with a problem of a more magical nature.
Rowan receives a mysterious letter. Contains the first sex scene of the story.
Rowan stretched out under the covers of his bed and yawned, turning his eyes away from the bright light streaming from the window. “Good morning,” he ventured, not wanting Greenglass or some less overbearing woman like a maid to think they caught him off-guard. He had an extremely incriminating report under his pillow, after all.…
Thanks to Laaren, Jexx and the gang for helping with edits. Art by BWSnowy Greenglass stared at Rowan counting his prayer beads with the kind of bored ennui travellers get when they’ve long since gotten tired of staring out the window of their carriage. It wasn’t like there was anything to see, anyway. Tree. Rock.…
